I don't understand why she hates me. How bad can I be? I do my chores, I go to school, I get good grades, but it's never enough. The door she shuts, the chains she locks, the gun she cocks. Mother never seemed to love me, how bad can I be? Father left, but she never cried, not one tear ran down from her eye. I shed enough for both of us, she never seems to care. I cry and scream in misery, the chains cut into my skin. Can blood rust metal? Am I mental? I can't seem to tell. Mother, please, why do you hate me? How bad can I be? You made a mistake, forgot to lock, dare I knock? I am not the boy that lets you toy with my soul anymore. Did that make me a bore? I'll take the candlestick, heavy and thick, and pierce your heart. I'm surprised you even have one.
Jack be nimble
Jack be quick
Jack jump over
The candlestick.
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Ramblings of the Soul (✅)
Poetry1st Place Winner of The Diamond Awards 2017 1st Place Winner of The Angel Awards 2017 Best Cover Winner of The Coruscate Awards 2017 Best Title Winner of The Wicked Awards 2018 • • • Hello, friend! Do you crave a horrific end or just simply a morbid...
